| It’s like… you can’t get a relationship with.
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| I’m still with. |
| my first love which is music
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| You’know’what’I’m’sayin'? |
| For real
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| The reason I’m here is. |
| is J Dilla, just like that, peace
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| (Music is my life)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall
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| The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all
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| The empty bottles that’s hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em
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| The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a science
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| Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin'
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| Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin'
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| To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
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| What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with
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| By things showbiz does; |
| older thugs showed us stuff
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| Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light
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| It almost could have blowed us up
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| Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin'
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| Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin'
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| Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man
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| Saw his wife secondary to his true passion
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| Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in '82
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| Never looked back, now look what it changed me to: music
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| We gotta believe the future
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| We gotta believe the past
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| We gotta believe in more
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| That know that we have
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| We gotta believe each other
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| We gotta open up our minds
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| 'Cause music is for life. |
| for life
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| Uh, what’s the difference between me and you?
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| It’s I’m a real connoisseur of this rap shit, I really do it
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| My whole life, man, is really music
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| Through my bassline, I’m livin' through it
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| Another expression of life I couldn’t live without
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| I like my music straight pure, not watered down
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| DAMN, it felt good to fulfill the dreams of gettin' out the hood
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| Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop sellin' drugs
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| Spendin' time in the basement kept me from actin' up
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| Zonin' out, wishin' Dre could check it out
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| I’m here now, I can’t believe it
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| Proof in the puddin', everything happened for a reason
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| Through this music I’m able to feed the family
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| When I’m stressed out, it’s my sanity
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| It’s a lifestyle, all on the street and in Hollywood
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| Music in my DNA, it’s my livelihood: music
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| We gotta believe the children
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| We gotta believe in hope
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| We gotta believe in more
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| That know that we know
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| See, we gotta believe each other
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| We gotta open up our minds
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| 'Cause music is for life. |
| for life
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| Keep the music alive
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| The good and the strong survive
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| I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five'
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| Randy and Michael, goin' through life cycle
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| Music allowed me to let life go
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| So vital to a youngster, comin' up amongst street hustlers
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| The big beat’ll touch us in such a special place
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| Givin' the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like
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| I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic
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| No second guessin', self-expression in lessons learned
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| Aggression became sessions where sessions burned
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| Put my soul into it, now my feet is firm
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| In the game, where a name is hard to earn
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| And hot cats' careers gets scarred and burned
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| Through the years, mine took a Godly turn
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| This is the story of my life here trapped in a verse
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| No matter the money or the movies, music is first, yeah…
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| We gotta believe the future
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| We gotta believe the past
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| We gotta believe in more
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| That know that we have
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| So we gotta believe each other
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| We gotta open up our minds
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| 'Cause music is for life
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| See, we gotta believe the children
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| We gotta believe in hope
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| We gotta believe in more than all we know
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| See, we gotta believe each other
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| We gotta open up our minds
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| 'Cause music is for life…
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| Ayo, Hi-Tek whattup?, you know who this is
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| It’s your boy Busta Bus down, Flipmode Squad, aiight
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| Now, you know, this is serious thing behind the music that we’re doing
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| It’s like, music, for me man, it mean, it means everything, family
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| You know when we going through, our personal strifes in life
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| You’know’what’I’m’sayin', we get up in that studio
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| Close that door, lock ourselves in, that little four-wall space, man
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| Get in the vocal booth and become whoever you wanna be
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| Express whatever you wanna feel, you’know’nah’mean?
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| When you going through your most frustrating time in life
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| You’know’what’I’m’sayin', you can realize that.
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| When you can’t find nobody else to speak to
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| You can speak through the music
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| Help other people feel your pain, your struggle, your passion
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| You know, what you live and die for, your values in life
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| You’know’nah’mean?
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| Music, man, it’s the voice of every being in the universe
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| The platform provided for us to communicate, when all else fails
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| It’s what allows us to be able to connect
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| With touching our hearts and the soul of the streets
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| Yo, I’m a Rosemont legend nigga, I’m a felony nigga
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| Keep rollin' the motha’fuckers in, my nigga
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| Like the bait, they.they. |
| hoppin' on it
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| When the bait go in, nigga, they can’t playa hate on it
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| I’m comin' back niggas, stronger than ever
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| Watch this, nigga, Bony Bones, clever if ever
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| Playa hater, can’t motha’fucker, fuck with this
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| My baby mama even talk about my shit, ha
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| I’m hotter than hot, hotter, what? |
| Tell 'em, boo
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| (Hang up the damn phone!), Yeah, I’m on, alright
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| Bony Bones in the house, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Music For Life , by - Hi-Tek. Song from the album Hi-teknology - Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп